There
are countless reasons that Slaine has crushed the Boston rap game
like a Budweiser can. For one, he tells the sort of bleak Boston
tales that weren't always illustrated in hip-hop – stories about
spots like Southie and Roslindale, which reek of their own unique
stench. As important, though, is that Slaine hasn't alienated the
rest of Hub hip-hop in the process – whether that means cats from
Roxbury and Dorchester, or artists from outside of the immediate city
like Termanology in Lawrence, or NBS and Lou Armstrong in Cambridge.